Thursday, September 29, 2011

That was bloody hard going. I tried to stay with Martin on our lunch run over Dundry. Stupid boy! By the top I was shattered. Running on what felt like the hottest day of the year didn't help neither. I've never felt like stopping to walk on the final run in - I did today. Felt like stopping, that is, not actually stopping. I can't say I was far away from it though. Mentally, I was a broken man.

When I eventually made it home Martin had the cheek to blame me for pushing the pace - cheeky devil. I was quicker than last week - but only by 8s. In terms of extra knackeredness it felt like it should have been 80 minutes quicker - and that's not bad from a run that only takes just over half an hour.